Like the shy whistle of the wind Among the branches of my heart Your hands are gently caressing my face The smell of flowers is filling the air
The ghost of remembrance... Is buried down below my heart... Lavanda...
I was a boy, I could not foresee (that) the rose would left a deep scar on me Heedless of those poisoned thorns on her stem I held her tightly to my naked chest
And soon the winter came To reclaim What was born in Spring
I saw the colors in the sky, the clouds nearby, (You know I split my heart in two pieces) The wounds unscarred deep in my soul, raped and torn (weep, Rainheart, shy sad soul, skyclose)
Fierce as a wolf who fights to be freed They told me her love, was not made for me But I was a boy I could not foresee That she would go away, leaving the bitter memory
And soon the rain has come, to wash away all I did for you We were so close...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
